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Lynne Dale Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 114Melbourne Victoria |
It's late, the night has touched my soul and desolation peeks from beneath it's day covers. Feeling the loneliness separate my whole being and bringing the demons to the forefront of my mind, here they multiply and scream anew. A tear carouses, drunkenly down my cheek, Making a glistening spectacle of itself As it renews itself like a waterfall. Cascade after cascade forming puddles on my clothing, my skin, my inner being is awakened to sorrow and pathos, My abject poverty and misery have become my night-time shroud. I seek solace in things uncomforting, the cake, the ice-cream, the chocolate Despair creeps around the edges waiting like a thief to claim the remains Crawling into my veins and exploding fear and doubt in them I sit my arms clenched around my knees Neither giving or taking comfort. A shiver passes through me as I stand apart and observe The creature I have become. And mastication of self stirs in the core of my being. I am afraid. I sit silent amidst the cacophony of my soul While the maelstrom of emotions struggle to the surface Bringing with them every wrong and sin Despising the courage that allows me no peace. I continue To explore and subdue new territory. Morning comes and with it, new promise I put on my face and go into the world a brave conqueror, Claiming victory over each insignificant obstacle As I sweep through the world triumphant and undaunted. No-one knows that the night has touched my soul Kethry. as soon as you feel too old to do a thing. Do it! |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh Lynn, you have those nights too! Hard isn't it, all day you keep up the happy face, and late at night, it starts to slip and the pain tries to take over. Great poem, spoke to my heart, and I feel your pain so well. Cheer up if you can, and if you can't, keep writing about it and I will keep reading. Take care Catalinamoon |
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Lady Lost Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 470 |
Only the weak, they say ever give themselves to the night driving down our favorite crash course with no end in sight.... I really feel this one, too, Lynn. It is nights like those in which we discover strength we never knew we had...Such a powerful and moving piece! You can never have too much fiction; reality can be such a bore |
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L Tiuch Member
since 2000-02-04
Posts 151NY |
This is so poignantly writtten. Nights, indeed, are like this...all of the demons come to haunt, magnified in the darkness. Don't you wonder how we get through the days? Linda |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
I too can relate, for all the dark hours they were by far the worst at night..The pain stands out with each verse, and my heart goes out to you! Excellent poem!! The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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